When a reporter tracked down Trent Cole he was over near DeMeco Ryans’ locker stall, regaling the group of assembled linebackers with his tales of conquest. Animated, he was demonstrating how he was able to get a Redskins player down with a swipe of his powerful arm.
“Stop lying, Trent. You know you didn’t do none of that,” his teammates playfully fired back.
But they knew he had. Cole just walked over to his locker, a giant smile on his face.
His first night on the job as an outside linebacker had gone decidedly well.